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When my (now former) co-workers all said they were going to buy me drinks, I didn't think they were serious.
I really wanted to go see the Crimson Pirates tonight.
I really wanted to hear the (premiere?) of "Distant Drums."
I really wanted to buy a thong to support Tim. (Maybe![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thecoddesslives will do this for me?)
Unfortunately, I have come home too drunk to make the trip up to Warwick to do the above listed things. (Don't worry; a co-worker who lives near me drove, and didn't drink.)
I apologize profusely to those who were expecting me.
It took way too fucking long for me to type this post.
(At least I'm not the one randomly trying to re-arrange the freezer.)
I really wanted to go see the Crimson Pirates tonight.
I really wanted to hear the (premiere?) of "Distant Drums."
I really wanted to buy a thong to support Tim. (Maybe
thecoddesslives will do this for me?) Unfortunately, I have come home too drunk to make the trip up to Warwick to do the above listed things. (Don't worry; a co-worker who lives near me drove, and didn't drink.)
I apologize profusely to those who were expecting me.
It took way too fucking long for me to type this post.
(At least I'm not the one randomly trying to re-arrange the freezer.)
